He’s put on so much muscle that I stare awe-struck for far longer than I should. Licking my lips, I fight back the urge to moan at the sight of his muscles. I also ball my fingers into fists to keep from reaching out to touch him.
A shiver of lust slides through me, which thankfully takes me out of my ogling trance before he turns around and notices me, but he probably already sensed me staring, so it likely doesn’t even matter.
I make my coffee, use the last of my cinnamon roll creamer, then start to walk toward the door that leads out to my minuscule balcony. That’s when he finally speaks, causing me to pause with my hand on the knob.
“No,” Goose barks.
Turning my head, I look over at him. He’s still standing exactly where he was a few seconds ago, his gaze unmoving as he stares forward, but his body is alert. He’s ready to throw down if need be… and I wish he would throwmedown. But I don’t say that.
“What do you mean, no?” I ask.
“I mean, no. You’re not going outside.”
I start to get an attitude, out of complete frustration more than anything. I don’t say half the things I’m thinking, even though I really want to. It would be futile. This man is in charge of my life right now, and I know it’s because he wants to keep me safe, but he’s annoying the absolute hell out of me.
Pressing my lips together, I wait for him to continue, because clearly, he has more to say to me. And he does.
“Not until I get this place locked in the way I want it. You need to stay inside. Groceries will be delivered in about half an hour.”
Ignoring him in an effort to keep from telling him what I’m thinking, I walk over to the small dining room table that he’s still facing away from and sink down in one of the chairs, refusing to look at his sexy, expansive back.
“It’s annoying me too, babe,” he mutters.
I hate it when he calls me babe. It’s such a throwaway term that all the guys use. My own cousin uses it sometimes when he’s talking to me. So I know without a doubt it means absolutely nothing. And I hate that, because I want to mean everything to this man. Which I also hate, because I know I shouldn’t.
“Can’t go use your gym downstairs until this shit is handled.”
“Noticed that you’ve obviously been spending more time in the gym. What’s going on there?” I ask.
I’m trying to take my mind off the fact that this situation is frustrating in so many ways, but specifically sexually. I can without a doubt say that I’ve never been sexually frustrated inmy life, not like this. I’m not very experienced, but I know what this man feels like, and I want it again… and again… and again.
GOOSE
Thankfully, there is a knock on the door before I can do something stupid, like rip her clothes off and fuck her right here on the little dining room table. Because that is exactly what I want to do right now.
Turning away from the window, I walk toward the door and look through the peephole, ensuring that it’s the grocery delivery service. I recognize the logo on his shirt, so I open the door.
He greets me, though I don’t miss the way his eyes widen at my bare chest. I can’t deny, getting yoked has serious advantages. Because even without my cut on, I know this motherfucker wouldn’t even attempt to do a damn thing. I intimidate by existing at this size.
“Sign this for the beer,” he mutters as he shoves an electronic device at me.
My eyes scan the screen. It’s literally just a place to sign. I scribble my initials and grab the bags from him, thanking him before I close and lock the door. When I turn around, I see Cidney standing just a few feet away.
“What?” I ask.
She shakes her head from side to side, her messy hair moving all around. It makes me smile. Cidney is fucking adorable. I don’t know how the fuck this woman is single. She should be loved up with someone, but I’m happy she’s not.
And I shouldn’t be, because there can actually be nothing between us. She is off-limits, even if I’ve already had a taste. That taste is all I can have. I don’t want to ruin any morerelationships. The one I have with my own flesh and blood is still teetering on the edge. I don’t want to piss off any more family.
So, while I want to lick her pussy until she comes on my tongue. While I want to bury myself inside her tight cunt and fuck her so hard she can’t even speak, I will do neither. I will jack my cock in the shower and hope to fuck this situation ends soon.
I’m not sure how much tighter I can bend before I break.
Cidney tests my will at every turn. Once I’m in the kitchen, I place the bags on the counter, and she’s there, right next to me, reaching into the bags. She puts away the pantry items in her small cabinet while I put my beer in the fridge, along with anything else that needs to be kept cold.
We work quietly as a team, so it doesn’t take us long to get everything put away in its place, and then Cidney speaks.
“How much do I owe you?” she asks.
